Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Latvia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Joe Smooth to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Magma. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Glambeats Corp.,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Cell,
The Move,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Electric Prunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unwound,
Cybotron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABC,
Sparks,
Animal Collective,
Skriet,
The United States of America,
Wolf Eyes,
Faust,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed,
Swell Maps,
Bill Wells,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Womack,
Mandrill,
Pantaleimon,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
D'Angelo,
Scion,
Yaz,
The Count Five,
Dave Gahan,
Guru Guru,
Black Flag,
Television,
Peter & Gordon,
X-102,
The Red Krayola,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
JFA,
Gang Starr,
Half Japanese,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Mills,
Minor Threat,
Nico,
The Leaves,
Sister Nancy,
Excepter,
Adolescents,
David Bowie,
Godley & Creme,
Sixth Finger,
E-Dancer,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joy Division,
Pharoah Sanders,
T. Rex,
Ralphi Rosario,
Loose Ends,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.